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Spaghetti Man
I used to call him Spaghetti Man. It sounds so silly, but I was only a kid. I couldn’t express what I was seeing, and so, he became Spaghetti Man. He was there every night, when I closed my eyes. I’d pray to dream of something else, holding my teddy bear tightly and wishing for…
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Forgiveness Is Never Free
I tried to cry when you wandered off.I stood before the mirror,staring with so much struggle at the earthy eyes you gave me,willing them to weep,but there was a drought,a deficit of devastation,no matter how much I scolded and shamed myself. I put on an Ella record,recalling the time that you told me that Billie…
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It’s A Match
Dearest Diary, Christmas is over, and there was one gift on my list that I didn’t get. It’s been on my mind for weeks, consuming my every second, reminders screaming at me from the street of the one thing I lack. Valentine’s Day is coming, but I can’t even think of a candle lit date…
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Happy Pride To My Homophobic Father
It was four am.I found the thought of you,dusty and damaged at the back of my mind,brushing it off as I placed it on the bedside table, beside my favourite framed photograph of my mother.At last, the band is back together,and at four am,for the first time in months,I am thinking about you.I am REALLY…
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I Am A Daughter To Many Mothers
I am a daughter to many mothers. At the highest point of my heart is the one who placed a name, so gently, on my tiny, tender chest, that rose and fell with the tiny, timeless breaths, as she stood by a cot, staring at the thing she had created, with the might of her…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 